Letters to the Fallen
Chapter Six
Dear Lord Voldemort, aka Tom Riddle,
Not so immortal now, are you? It's about bloody time you died.
And you thought only you could live forever.
You should've realized that sooner or later someone would figure out you made Horcruxes. And you also should have known that it would be Dumbledore. Not much gets by him.
I bet you thought that even with your Horcruxes gone, you'd survive. Well, you thought wrong. But wait, unless I was mistaken, there was a flash of fear on your face after Neville killed your snake. And then you were finally killed, defeated once again by your own spell, but with no Horcruxes to count on.
Karma sucks, doesn't it?
-Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley
PS. I hope that wherever you are, you at least have a nose.
PPS. And that you get a manicure done. Honestly, your nails are hideous.
PPPS. Like your face
PPPPS. And your mum, too.
Note: Again, sort of OOC. I wrote it first, then decided which character(s) to put in, so...